Covered in blood

[funandcutememes]

I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff...


1. Another day that ends in Y. When mass murder needs to happen you’re the weapon for the job. Employed? Owned by a secret organization? Untamed embodiment of extreme violence? Either way someone’s going to try to stop you eventually.

2. How did I get here? The last thing you remember everything was fine and hunky dory… Wait, is this b-blood?! Hopefully there's someone who can help you and not hurt you.

3. Justified. This is war and wars are won with weapons, not words! Cut through the masses knowing what you are doing is right. Does that mean the enemy of your enemy is a friend, or is everyone not part of the solution a problem?

4. Humor/Crack option. This really is your blood. Do you have intense nosebleeds every time someone even moderately attractive catches your eye? Are you Deadpool and constantly leaving heaps of blood everywhere? WHO IS GOING TO CLEAN THIS MESS UP?

5. Smut. Bloodplay, nuff said.

6. Gruesome to some, beautiful to you. Vampires, crazed artists, and evil scientists can eat their heart out. Or someone else’s…

7. Wilcard! Have something different in mind when you clicked? Go with it! Or re-roll/mix and match.

Comments

Claire Bennet ∞ Heroes ∞ OTA

[infinite1ups]

( Well this is on brand for her, lol. Crosscanon and AU settings encouraged!

demon!dean winchester | supernatural

[deamonic]

[ almost certainly the one covered in blood, but happy to have him be the reactor as well! m/m for shipping ]

Theodore S. Winters | Original (Call of Cthulhu)

[bolt_action]

[ He's probably the one covered in it. It might not be human. M/M for shipping, OTA for gen. ]

becca nova ♠ original ♠ ota

[cafeultra]

( info on her journal. assumed CR and crosscanon welcome. )

Asta Macauliffe | Hunter: the Vigil OC

[radioarchive]

[Nobody said monster-hunting was a glamorous profession! Cross-canon and assumed CR welcomed.]

[bonebloodtips]

[ Can't remember where mages and hunters stand in relation to one another but look she's got first aid skills even if shes gotta pretend to be a normal human??? ]

arthur morgan | red dead redemption II

[beatitudes]

(no thank you to option 4. please reach me in pms if you want to discuss anything.)

arcade gannon | fallout: new vegas | ota

[taediosum]

[ covered in blood for wasteland-typical violence reasons or unfortunate doctor reasons most likely, also open to au/crosscanon & assumed cr are great ]

Sophie Hallow *Original* OTA

[sugarandwhiskey]

[info on journal. Soph is a ghost hunter so she could be covered in blood. Assumed cr is welcome]

Sami Murphy × OC × F/M

[andgracetoo]

( info on her journal. )

james t kirk. star trek aos.

[negativechill]

[ here for as many horrible things as possible, thank you. prefs here. ota gen. ]

rowena macleod ★ supernatural

[magike]

Alucard | Castlevania

[cryptsleeper]

[sunsickness]

[ LET'S ROLL, whatcha thinking??? ]

Jonathan Crane [The Scarecrow] || DC Comics

[hosannas_of_anguish]

rina ✧ zzzero

[booboo]

eric northman | true blood

[sverth]

[ I mean. ]

Five Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy | OTA

[oldmanfive]

[ It's pretty much canon that this happens to him. XD ]

The Ghoul | Fallout

[vocalistyodels]

[No 4, ask about 5.]

Starting out with prose but can switch it up!

[licensetotrill]

It was difficult to tell if his eye had swollen shut or of it was just the blood making it stick. Of course, the way the space was still spinning didn't bode well for any of his senses working as they were supposed to.

Which was honestly somewhat fine - after all, they kept asking him questions he genuinely didn't know the answer to. Not that he'd have told them if he did. He'd been in some outpost playing music and the raiders had come in and hauled him out of there, none too pleasantly. They also hadn't been particularly friendly when it took almost thirty minutes before Jaskier even admitted he knew who they were talking about (but really, they'd just said 'the ghoul' and it wasn't like there was just the one ghoul in the whole damn wastelands).

Now he was sore in places he didn't even know he could be sore, shoulders aching with the way his arms were yanked behind his back, wrists tied together. His shirt was a mess of blood - mostly his own, a lot from the cut on his forehead from the initial round of beatings and the cut on his lip, but some from later attempts to beat some answers about Cooper's whereabouts from him.

His ears were ringing something fierce, but he still distinctly heard one of them suggesting using Jaskier as bait to draw Cooper out. He couldn't stop himself - he laughed. It hurt - one of his ribs was definitely bruised.

"Y'might as well just fuckin' shoot me now, cut to the bloody chase," Jaskier said with another pained laugh.

He felt rather than heard the click of the safety from the gun as the barrel was pressed to his head.

"Dickless worthless fucks-"

[iamthelastdance]

{{1,2,5 and 6 are just normal to him. No 4. Open to BG3 companions, Tavs, other Durges, other fantasy muses but please see profile + opt-out for details. Voicetesting.}}

Malenia | Elden Ring | ota

[bloodrot]

[ Extremely contagious blighted blood lets go. ]

eddie munson — stranger things

[thefreak]

one million years later, thread #1,503

[wonafight]

[ There hadn't been any time to think, let alone feel the sting of the strike when they'd been in the middle of everything. He's pretty sure his adrenaline was running so high that he could've been set on fire and he wouldn't have felt anything in that moment. It's only now as he and Eddie are trailing the others out of the quickly crumbling Upside Down around them that Steve can feel it fading and the white hot sear of pain replacing it.

He knows that the others know he went down, but his clothes are dark enough to hide the blood and he was able to wave off their concern in favor of focusing on and finishing the fight. If he's stumbling a little on his feet that could be attributed to the fact that none of them have slept in the last 72 hours. All he wants to do is go home and lie down. But he's not sure if his vision is playing tricks on him because even though it feels like they've been walking to the gate for hours, it just seems to get further and further away.

Eddie is uncharacteristically quiet beside him and normally that would be concerning, but Steve is just grateful that he doesn't have to speak and breathe at the same time right now.]

steve harrington — stranger things

[spikedbats]

[ididntrun]

[ He didn't run last time and he's not about to now. Not when his friends are fighting for their lives. Not when he can hear their screams and cries and, Jesus Christ, some of them are just kids, not even out of junior high.

The whole town looks like it's been turned upside down. There are vines everywhere, climbing walls and crawling against floors and he picks up the nearest fire axe and starts chopping at them in an effort to buy them all some time.

The final showdown is going down inside Hawkins High and Eddie races down the all too familiar hallway of lockers, trying to help where he can. He makes it to the gym where he finds Nancy and Robin torching the place and Nancy orders him to find Steve. Steve, who would never have left the girls on their own if he could help it. Steve who must be in trouble somewhere.

Eddie moves through the hall, running until he's breathless, turning in circles wildly in the boys locker room where they'd last seen him looking for any clues. He doesn't realize in the dim emergency lights that the dark stain on the ground is blood. Not at first. It's only when he gets closer and he can see it smeared across the floor like something had been dragged through it, that he realizes with a sinking stomach what it means. ] Steve?

[ His voice is hoarse and panicked as he follows the stain, axe raised, and turns the corner. He sees his white sneakers first, standing out in the dim light and then the shadow of his body on the floor and there's more blood underneath him. It's everywhere. Eddie's heart is in his throat as he kneels beside him.

Please don't let him be dead. Please, please, please....] Steve? Come on. [ He reaches out to touch his shoulder.] Steve...

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke | Bungou Stray Dogs

[bloody_road]

2

[meijinden]

[Waking up in this kind of shady alley is bad enough. But if it was just that, it would be just disorienting. And that's all it was, at first; a great sense of "where the hell am I?" as Atsushi's consciousness stirred awake in full, a hand coming up to rub at his sleepy eyes. Something hot and dense, but ultimately liquid, stuck to his face when he did that. That was when he realized something beyond the pile of garbage bags that was acting as a bed. Something that's a lot more...

Concerning.

There's blood everywhere. An ominously large trail of blood marks the whole alley, a staggering line that ends right under his feet in a puddle. A literal puddle, like the ones left by heavy rains in conveniently sized holes. Except, unlike water, this puddle has a stench that's making Atsushi's stomach turn. If he gets down from this mountain of trash, there's no way to avoid stepping on it.

...not that it would make much of a difference. It's not just his hands that are drenched in red; on his whole body, and the few rags that still cling to it, red splotches blossom like flowers, slowly dripping. Nothing hurts; apart from the very real possibility of vomiting, nothing even feels out of place. But the blood is fresh, so it's not his.

There are footsteps approaching, which must mean trouble so early in the morning, but Atsushi can't stop staring. At the puddle, at his hands, at the trail. Why can't he remember anything from last night?]

Nancy Wheeler | Stranger Things

[gunsplural]

wednesday addams | wednesday

[phasia]

owen // mahoutsukai no yakusoku // ota

[sicklysweet]

(( definitely not just posting here for a friend, but if anyone else feels like throwing down with a shitty wizard feel free ))

cw: body horror

[hexplosive]

[ Rarely does he ever get such exciting finds out in the wild, as it were. Sure, the Risen maimed enough, and sometimes people would have a bad run-in with a wild bear or two, but such things were few and far between. A good hidden gem like this doesn't come around often.

If your definition of gem is the broken, battered body of another man, of course.

Far be it for him to turn down a perfectly good corpse! After all, a good curse needs a good ritual or two, and it's not as if the guy doesn't have blood to spare. Who can blame him if someone's already dead? Certainly not Henry.

There's an almost cheerful hum as he gets to work, fingertips smeared with blood as he carefully draws in the dirt beneath the man shrouded in white. Pretty face, this one, is a passing thought; even nicer with his face twisted post-mortem. There's the familiar thickness in the air of dark magic as he works, blood and dirt smeared over his hands in the process, smile nearly cracking his face in two at the thought of the doozy he's gonna get to cast. After all, that guy had been bothering them for a while, and nobody will miss one particularly annoying bandit. At least he can go out with a bang!

Ah, but the finishing touch. Hope you don't mind, Owen, as Henry's hovering over to try and trace a smidgen of red over his rather bloodless face. Hm, hmm... ]